Long Way Home
I dropped my suitcase on the road, brushing the hair that whipped into my eyes. The track stretched from horizon to horizon, seemingly endless, the breeze creating willy-willy’s in the red dust.
I sighed. Where was I going? What had come over me when I packed my suitcase and started walking? I looked back over my shoulder; whence I had come. The forest was dark and forbidding. Yet up ahead...
The setting sun shone, the dusky light revealing the way. I would not go back. I would press on to my goal. I picked up my suitcase, and kept walking.